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Lead Belly



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01. Ain't It A Shame
02. Alabama Bound
03. Blue-tail Fly
04. Bourgeois Blues
05. Bring Me Little Water, Sylvie
06. Cotton Fields
07. Cotton Fields Back Home
08. Duncan And Brady
09. Ella Speed
10. Fannin Street
11. Good Night Irene
12. Grey Goose
13. In The Pines
14. Jumpin' Judy
15. Keep Your Hands Off Her
16. Linin' Track
17. Midnight Special
18. New Orleans (House Of The Rising Sun)
19. On A Monday
20. Pick A Blae Of Cotton
21. Poor Howard
22. Red Cross Store Blues
23. Relax Your Mind
24. Rock Island Line
25. Shorty George
26. Take This Hammer
27. They Hung Him On A Cross
28. Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

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Ain't It A Shame


Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to go fishin on a Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to have a drink on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday
Ain't it a shame
Ain't it a shame to beat your wife on Sunday
When you got Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Oh, Thursday, Friday, Saturday

Ain't it a shame

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Alabama Bound
​

I'm Alabama bound
I'm Alabama bound
And if the train don't stop and turn around
I'm Alabama bound

Oh, don't you leave me here
Oh, don't you leave me here
But if you must go anyhow
Just leave a dime for beer

Oh don't you be like me
Oh don't you be like me
Drink your good sweet cherry wine
And let that whiskey be

Well your hair don't curve
And your eyes ain't blue
Well if you don't want me, Polly Ann

Well I don't want you

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Blue-tail Fly


Chorus: Jimmy, crack corn, and I don't care.
Jimmy, crack corn, and I don't care,
Jimmy, crack corn, and I don't care,
My mastas gone away.

Rod-a, he ride him and he jumped a ditch,
He ride-a, he rode him, and the pony did pitch.
The pony, he felt a little bit shy,
‘Cause he's bitten by that blue-tailed fly. (Chorus)

When I went down in Louisiana,
I stayed a little while in Texarkana.
Every once in a while, I felt a little bit shy
‘Cause I was bitten by that blue-tailed fly. (Chorus)

I was on my to Shreveport, Louisiana,
Then I stopped out in Caspiana.
And I felt a little bit shy,
‘Cause I was bitten by that blue-tailed fly. (Chorus)

When I was drivin' along in my car
I was stoppin' most anywhere.
Once in while I look up in the sky
‘Cause I was bitten by that blue-tailed fly. (Chorus)

Once in a while I do a little bit o'dance,
And some of the people come around and says, "Will you allow me a little chance?
But every once in a while I feel a little bit shy
‘Cause I was bitten by that blue-tailed fly.
(Chorus) (2x)

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Bourgeois Blues


Me and my wife went all over town
And everywhere we went people turned us down
Lord, in a bourgeois town
It's a bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Home of the brave, land of the free
I don't wanna be mistreated by no bourgeoisie
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, me and my wife we were standing upstairs
We heard the white man say "I don't want no niggers up there"
Lord, in a bourgeois town
Uhm, bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

Well, them white folks in Washington they know how
To call a colored man a nigger just to see him bow
Lord, it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

I tell all the colored folks to listen to me
Don't try to find you no home in Washington, DC
`Cause it's a bourgeois town
Uhm, the bourgeois town
I got the bourgeois blues
Gonna spread the news all around

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Bring Me Little Water, Sylvie


Bring me little water, Sylvie
Bring me little water, now
Bring me little water, Sylvie
Every little once in a while

Don't you see me coming?
Don't you see me, now?
Don't you see me coming?
Every little once in a while

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Cotton Fields


When I was a little baby
My mother would rock me in the cradle
In them old, old cotton fields back home

When I was a little baby
My mother would rock me in the cradle
In them old, old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home
It may sound a little funny
But you didn't make very much money
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old cotton fields back home
I was over in Arkansas
People ask me what you come here for
In them old, old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten
You can't pick you very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

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Cotton Fields Back Home


When I was a pretty little baby
My mama would rock me in my cradle
In them old cotton fields back home

Now, when them old fields get rotten
You can't pick very much cotton
In them old cotton fields back home

It was down in Louisiana
Just about a mile from Texarkana
In them old cotton fields back home

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Duncan And Brady
​

Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, little star
Up comes Brady in a 'lectric car
Got a mean look all 'round his eye
Gonna shoot somebody jus' to see them die

Duncan, Duncan was tending the bar
In walked Brady with a shining star
And Brady says, “Duncan you are under arrest”
And Duncan shot a hole in Brady's breast

Brady, Brady carried a .45,
Said it would shoot half a mile
Duncan had a .44
That what laid Mr. Brady so low

Brady fell down on the barroom floor,
“Please Mr. Duncan don' shoot me no more”
Women all cryin', ain't it a shame,
Shot King Brady, goin' shoot him again

“Brady, Brady, Brady, you know you done wrong
Walkin' in the room when the game was goin' on
Knockin' down windows, breakin' down the door
Now you lyin' dead on the grocery [barroom] floor

Women all heard that Brady was dead,
Goes back home and they dresses in red
Come a sniffin' and a sighin' down the street,
In their big mother hubbards and their stockin' feet

'Cause he been on the job too long

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Ella Speed
​

Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed,
Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed,
Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun,
And here's the deed Bill Martin done
Now Ella Speed was downtown and she was having a lot of fun,
And here's the deed Bill Martin done
Oh Bill Martin he was tall and slender, Better known as him being a bar tender
Oh Bill Martin he was tall and slender, Better known as him being a bar tender
The deed that old Bill Martin done, Was commit murder with a Colt 41,
The deed that old Bill Martin done, Was commit murder with a Colt 41,
When folks downtown heard Ella Speed was dead,
Well, they were really red and red,
When folks downtown heard Ella Speed was dead,
Well, they were really red and red,
Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed,
Come and take heed, be sworn by the death of Ella Speed,

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Fannin Street


My mama told me
My sister too
Said, 'The Shreveport women, son,
Will be the death of you'

Said to my mama,
'Mama, you don't know
If the Fannin Street women gonna kill me
Well, you might as well let me go'

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I went to my mama
Fell down on my knees
Said, 'Oh, mama, won't you forgive me, please?'

She started to cry:
Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives on Stony Hill
She used to sit down and gamble with
Mr Buffalo Bill

He's a bad man

You got a woman
Gamble with Buffalo Bill
Two chances in one, babe,
You ain't done got killed

She started to cry:

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

I got a woman
Lives back of the jail
Makes an honest livin'
By the wigglin' of her tail

Cry for me

Anyone should ask you
Who made up this song
Tell 'em Huddie Ledbetter
Done been here and gone

Follow me down,
Follow me down,
Follow me down
By Mr Tom Hughes town

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Good Night Irene


Last Saturday night, I got married,
me and my wife settled down
Now me and my wife are parted,
I'm gonna take another stroll downtown

Sometimes I live in the country,
sometimes I live in town
Sometimes I take a great notion,
to jump into the river and drown

I love Irene, God knows I do,
I'll love her till the seas run dry
But if Irene should turn me down,
I'd take the morphine and die

Stop rambling , stop your gambling,
stop staying out late at night
Go home to your wife and your family,
stay there by your fireside bright.

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Grey Goose


Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd,
Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd

My daddy went a-huntin'
Well, he carried along his zulu1
Well, along come a grey goose
Well, he throwed it to his shoulder,
an' he ram his hammer' way back

Well, he pulled on de trigger
Well, down he come a-windin'
He was six weeks a-fallin'
He was six weeks a-findin'
An' he put him on de wagon,
An'he taken him to de white house

He was six weeks a-pickin'
Lordy, your wife an'my wife,
Oh, they give a feather pickin'
An' they put him on to parboil2
He was six months a-parboil',
An' they put him on de table,

Now, de fork couldn' stick him,
An' de knife couldn't cut him
An' they throwed him in de hog-pen,
An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone

An' they taken him to de sawmill,
An' he broke de saw's teeth out
An' de las' time I seed him,
Well, he's flyin' across de ocean,
Wid a long string o' goslin's,
An' they all goin': quank quink-quank

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In The Pines


Black girl, black Girl, dont lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I shivered the whole night through.

Black girl, black girl, where will you go
Im going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I will shiver the whole night through.

Black girl, black Girl, dont lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night?
In the pines, In the pines, Where the sun never shine
I shivered the whole night through.

My Husband was a Railroad man
Killed a mile and a half from here
His head, was found, In a drivers wheel
And his body hasn't never been found.

Black girl, black girl, where will you go
Im going where the cold wind blows
You called me weak, and you called me the most
You called rita, bring me back home.

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Jumpin' Judy


Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
Jumpin' Judy, Jumpin' Judy
All over this world, all over this world

Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Well you kick and stomp and beat me
Tha's all I know, thats all I know

Yonder come my captain
Yonder come my captain
Yonder come my captain
Who has been gone so long, who has been gone so long

Gonna tell him how you treat me
Gonna tell him how you treat me
Gonna tell him how you treat me
So you better git gone, so you better git gone

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Keep Your Hands Off Her


Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's go the great big legs
She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's got the great big legs
She's a heavy-hipped mama, she's got the great big legs
Walking like she walkin' on soft boiled eggs

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
Her name is Josie and she ain't so nosey
But boy, she sure is cosey

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's a heavy-hipped mama and she's built up straight
She's got just what it takes

Keep your hands off, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, keep your hands off her
Keep your hands off her, you know what I said
You know she don't belong to you

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Linin' Track



Oh boys, is you right?
Done got right!
All I hate 'bout linin' track
These ol' bars 'bout to break my back

Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
Oh boys, can't you line 'em, Jack-a Jack-a
See Eloise go linin' track

Moses stood on the Red Sea shore
Smotin' that water with a two-by-four

If I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where Moses stood

Mary an' the baby lyin' in the shade
Thinkin' on the money I ain't made

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Midnight Special




Yonder comes Miss Rosie/
How in the world do you know?/
Well, I know her by the apron and the dress she wore./
Umbrella on her shoulder,/
Piece of paper in her hand,/
Well, I'm callin' that Captain,/
"Turn a-loose my man."/

Chorus

Let the Midnight Special shine her light on me./
Oh let the Midnight Special shine her ever-lovin' light on me./
When you gets up in the morning,/
When that big bell ring./
You go marching to the table/
You meet the same old thing./
Knife and fork are on the table/
Ain't nothing in my pan./
And if you say a thing about it/
You have a trouble with the man./

(Chorus)

If you ever go to Houston,/
Boys, you better walk right,/
And you better not squabble/
And you better not fight./
Benson Crocker will arrest you,/
Jimmy Boone will take you down./
You can bet your bottom dollar/
That you're Sugarland bound./

(Chorus)

Well, jumping Little Judy,/
She was a mighty fine girl./
She brought jumping/
To the whole round world./
Well, she brought it in the morning/
Just a while before day./
Well, she brought me the news/
That my wife was dead./
That started me to grieving,/
Whooping, hollering, and crying./
And I began to worry/
About my great long time.

(Chorus)

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New Orleans (House Of The Rising Sun)




There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me oh god im one.

Im going to tell my baby sister
Please dont do like i have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun.

If I had Listened to what my Mama said
I would not be here today
you'd have been so young and foolish wild
I let her ramble Orleans this way.

Im going back to New Orleans
My race is almost won
Im going back to spend the rest of my life
Benieth the rising sun.
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On A Monday



On a Monday, I was arrested

On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail

On a Wednesday, my trial was attested

On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail



Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done

And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail



Take these stripes, stripes from around my shoulder

Take these chains, these chains from around my legs

Lord, these stripes, it sure don't worry me

But these chains, these chain's gonna kill me dead



Yes, I'm almost done, almost done, almost done

And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail



On Friday, my baby went a-walking

On a Saturday, she locked me outa the door

On a Sunday, we were sitting down a-talking

On a Monday, she pawned all of my clothes

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Pick A Blae Of Cotton


Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.
Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.

(Chorus)

Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day.

(Chorus)

Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day.

(Chorus)

Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day.

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Poor Howard



Ol' Howard, po' boy
(plays the tune he just sung)
Ol' Howard he is dead an' gone
left me here to sing this song
left me here to sob and mourn (or moan)

Pretty little girl with a red dress on
(above line repeated two times)
God knows, pretty little girl with a red dress on

(Spoken) Ol' Howard is a po' white(?). He goes all around over the plantations. Plays for the sukey jumps. He is the first man to start the sukey jump playin' in the world, and he would go all around, while po' Howard is dead and gone, everybody sings this song about him.

(singing starts again)
Ol' Howard is dead an' gone
left me here to sing and mourn
Ol' Howard Po' boy
Ol' Howard, he was a po' boy
(repeat last line 2 times)
Ol' Howard, he was a po' boy

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Red Cross Store Blues



I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She come down Justine, tell me I wanna talk with you in just a little while
Ain't you goin' down and fight for your wife and child?
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She come down here and she shook my hand
She said, "Daddy I want you to go down there and fight for me like a man"
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She said the Red Cross people they treat you mighty fine
They mixing everything up with whiskey and wine
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She come down here talkin' to me about the war
I told her baby I ain't done nothing to go there for
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She come down here and she fell down on her knees
I said baby I have to look somewhere for your butter and cheese
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

She said Daddy I just come down here to tell you so
You better go running down to that Red Cross store
I told her no!
Baby you know I don't wanna go
Justine I ain't goin'
Down to no Red Cross store

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Relax Your Mind



Relax your mind
Relax your mind
Ooh, it'll make you live a great long time
Sometimes you've got to relax your mind.
When the light turns green
Ooh push down on your gasoline
One time you've got to relax your mind.
When the light turns red
Ooh, shove your breaks down to the bed,
One time you've got to relax your mind.

Relax your mind,
Relax your mind,
Oh it'll make you feel so fine some times,
Sometimes you've got to relax your mind.

When you're driving in your automobile,
Ooh, keep your eyes down through that windshield.
That's the time you've got to relax your mind.

Once there was a man
Crossing the railroad track,
Ooh boy, and he forgot to relax
That was one time he should have relaxed his mind.

Relax your mind,
Relax your mind,
Ooh it'll make you feel just as fine as wine,
Sometime you've got to relax your mind.

Relax now

Relax your mind,
Relax your mind,
Ooh, it'll make you live a great long time.
Sometime you've got to relax your mind.

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Rock Island Line



Chorus
Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
Oh that Rock Island Line is that road to ride,
Oh that Rock Island Line is a mighty good road,
If you want to ride, you got to ride it like you find it,
Get your ticket at the station on the Rock Island Line.

Jesus died to save our sins--hooray to God,
We're going to meet him again!

(Chorus)

I may be right and I may be wrong,
You are going to miss me when I'm gone!

(Chorus)

A B C W X Y Z,
Cats in the cupboard, but they don't see me!

(Chorus)

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